Yet I've left nothing behind.
Geronimo's spirit stayed in the grass
Between Douglas and Chiricahua.
Neither the prairie dogs of Casa Grande
Nor the Tuba City vendor in the fry bread stand
Can say if I was ever there, what secrets I shared
With the land that remembered me.
You waved your lordly hand to let me pass
Into an empire of wind and sand
That turned out to be fields of gold in the end.
They needed this old Hohokam brother to know that, only.
